Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1814

He leaned close and whispered something startling into her ear.

Katie’s mouth hung open, shock rendering her speechless.

How could that be? If Henley’s revelations were true, then Mitchel’s identity…

Mitchel’s and Henley’s roles would be completely reversed.

Observing Katie’s stunned expression, Henley chuckled.

“When the day comes, you’ll see I was actually doing you a favor.

Because…”

His eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity.

“The man who will end up with nothing isn’t me.

It’s Mitchel.

And your dream of becoming the wife of the CEO of the Dixon Group will still fall apart.

”

Confused, Katie met his gaze.

“The day? Are you planning to reveal this at my wedding?”

“Exactly,” Henley confirmed with a raised eyebrow.

That day would mark Mitchel’s final association with the Dixon Group.

Henley could have disclosed this information anytime, but he savored the thrill of watching others rise high only to plummet dramatically.

In his book, Mitchel intended to marry Katie to secure his future, but Henley was determined to thwart his plans.

Overwhelmed, Katie collapsed onto the bed.

Finding the situation amusing, Henley taunted, “Katie, you never really intended to save Mitchel, did you?”

The alarm in Katie’s eyes was palpable.

Henley knew too much.

“I know you injected him with a toxin, but you have no real antidote,”

Henley revealed with a smirk.

“The ‘antidote’ you possess merely keeps him alive in a vegetative state.

Once administered, his cognitive functions will deteriorate until nothing is left but a shell, still breathing but essentially brain-dead.

”

Katie’s lips quivered, her voice barely a whisper.

“What else you don’t know?”

“Do you see, Katie?” Henley’s tone was slow and deliberate, almost contemplative.

“You and I, we’re not so different.

”

Henley’s smile was polite yet cold, like a mask fixed to his face.

“We’re both utterly ruthless, willing to destroy what we cannot possess, ensuring no one else can either.

”

Katie stood frozen, her lips parted in silent surrender, unable to counter Henley’s piercing words.

Henley’s words had struck Katie to the core.

At that moment, her resemblance to Henley became apparent.

In the presence of a person of her own type, there was no need for pretense.

Katie found herself contemplating her own interests.

“What you’re saying is merely your word against others.

I cannot ascertain its truth.

Who’s to say you’re not weaving a web of deception?” Katie said.

In a game where both players were cut from the same cloth, trust became a rare commodity.

Either could betray the other in an instant.

Henley, prepared as ever, produced a document from his pocket and stated, “Take a closer look.

”